The steering wheel juddered,
I held on tight as a sudden wind,
Moved the lorry across the lane,
The tunnel ahead inviting us in again.
Dark inside, silent and still.
The lorry ahead no longer visible.
Lights failed and the tarmac gone,
This tunnel was different from the other one.
Engine failing, now the sounds changing,
A distant roaring, and a lurch.
No control did my cab offer me now,
We were at the mercy of another, but how?
Bones up ahead, in lines along the wall,
Floor to ceiling in, dare I say, like ribs.
Ridiculous; I must be drunk or it’s a trick,
It feels like I’m inside that fiction Moby Dick.
So good to be back!!😉